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Megan couldn't resist you even after your two broke up, she felt so good you that you wanted her to cum inside, when she said no, you couldn't stand it and wrapped your legs around her tighly, baby trapping her so she wouldn't leave you again :(
oh yeah?
synopsis: megan’s always had a thing for dani since they debuted, but its only been a little crush that’d megan never see herself act on. dani’s straight, she has a boyfriend, she’d never wanna ruin what they had. alas, when dani’s trying to properly figure out her sexuality she comes to megan for help. but it doesn’t end up the way either of them want it to.
tags: heavy angst, fluff, suggestive themes, vomiting, drinking, megan is yearning hard asf, slight marz crumbs, jonah being used as a plot device, comphet
pairings: megan skiendiel x daniela avanzini
pic creds: @dead-staar
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a/n: i hope you guys like the written parts 💔💔 i haven’t written anything in a while and im scared its gonna be too bad/repetitive. please critique me if you wish i need it, and i apologize for the long wait hashtag enjoy and this is absolutely not proofread(also please excuse my poor attempt at spanish i can barely speak it )
chapter 8: I THINK I SHOULD
megan sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the mirror on her dresser trying her hardest to regain her composure and get the strength to get up and leave. don’t get her wrong, she’s been looking forward to going out since the day manon told everyone about it (yesterday,) but lara’s words were taking a toll on her. what if someone spotted them at the club? what if someone did see them kiss? what if her and dani’s relationship gets ruined because of this? what if she gets kicked out of katseye because of one hypothetical kiss? what if..?
“fuck this bruh,” megan groans out before grabbing her bag and her car keys. trudging over to the front door of her and lara’s shared apartment before stopping dead in her tracks. she leaned her forehead on the door, squeezing her eyes shut and letting out a hard sigh.
“i’ll be okay,” she muttered to herself. “everything’s gonna be okay, just be normal.” megan opened her eyes and stared at the floor, moving off the door and finally unlocking it.
“just be megan.”
megan sat outside in the parking lot of dani’s apartment complex, wanting to drive herself right in the middle of oncoming traffic so she could avoid this whole car ride. she’s always more than excited to spend time with daniela, but she was horrified of fumbling her chances with her.
megan turned up the radio in her car, hoping the music would distract her from whatever the hell could happen tonight. she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the headrest. leaning her seat all the way down before zoning out. becoming completely unaware of all her surroundings.
she nearly fell asleep until she heard a loud banging noise coming from the outside of the passenger window. her eyes shot open and her head darted to the window as she nearly shrieked from the top of her lungs before realizing that it wasn’t a serial killer trying to claim her as their next victim, just dani.
“holy shit dani,” megan gasped out, rolling the window down so daniela could hear her. “you scared the absolute fuck out of me.”
daniela just laughed at her, her smile looked bigger than usual.. like way bigger than usual. it almost scared megan a bit.
“i know,” she giggled, gesturing for megan to unlock the car door. “now let me in, im ready to go.” daniela groaned.
megan raised a brow and unlocked the passenger door. reaching over the dashboard to open it for dani.
“ladies first,” she said, attempting to make her voice sound low and failing.
daniela snickered as she climbed in the passenger sat, putting on her seatbelt and turning on the overhead light in the car.
“how flattering,” she said while closing the car door. “what a gentlewoman.”
megan nodded and looked over at daniela, “thanks..”
they both just stared at each other for a good minute, analyzing the features on each other’s faces and not really thinking about anything. the music from the radio was turned off by this point, so they were staring at each other in silence. with the occasional noise from traffic on the road nearby. megan’s pupils dilated with every second that went on and she prayed that dani would just ignore it.
daniela was the first one to break the silence, clearing her throat and checking her phone.
“so..” she murmured, “you gonna take me out or what?”
megan was sat at a booth with the rest of the girls but she wasn’t paying attention to any of the conversations going on. she picked at her fingers, bit her nails, and stared at the floor hoping no one would notice how anxious she felt. everyone was already on their third or fourth drink while megan barely took half a shot for the whole night. she was determined to not slip up, even if it meant not having the time of her life.
after a good bit of zoning out she felt lara bump her on the shoulder.
“hey,” lara said softly, “you good? you seem out of it.”
megan nodded her head, rubbing her face and making eye contact with lara.
“yeah,” she cleared her throat before continuing, “yeah im good. i might just go home early.”
lara gasped loudly, and quite dramatically. so dramatically that it caught the attention of none other than daniela herself, who looked anything but sober.
“you okay lara?” she slurred.
lara nodded as fast as she could.
“yeah, yeah,” she said quickly. “just stay over there, okay?”
dani shrugged and nodded then downed the rest of her drink.
megan smacked lara in the back of her head.
“dude,” megan said, her teeth gritted. “what the fuck is your issue?”
lara scoffed and scooted away from megan. she sighed before taking one of the shots on the table before speaking.
“listen man, im trying to help you out right now,” she said before putting her hand on megan’s shoulder. “how am i supposed to do that when you’re acting like you don’t want this?”
megan looked down once more.
“i..” she stuttered, “i don’t… okay… like..”
eventually megan gave up, decided to get her things and leave the club entirely. “im over this, sorry dude.” she said before getting up and walking away from the booth. megan could hear lara yelling for her to come back, but she simply just ignored it. determined to get herself home before she fucks up one way or another.
megan was sat on a bench outside the club, bouncing her leg up and down and trying to collect her thoughts. the air outside was surprisingly warm, despite it being nearly 12 at night. but she was shaking like it was below freezing. she attempted to do some breathing exercises to make it stop, however nothing was working.
“fuck,” she grumbled, “i need to take my ass home.”
just then she heard a door open then slam closed. with light footsteps following suit.
“megan..?” daniela yelled out, still drunk as hell. “mei mei dónde estás (where are you)?”
megan rose up from the bench concerningly fast, grabbed dani’s arm, and pulled her from the club entrance to a nearby alleyway so nobody could see them.
“dani what..” megan trailed off, “what the fuck are you doing out here?”
daniela tilted her head and raised a brow. looking up at megan with her big brown eyes, her irises shining bright with the moonlight glowing on them.
“oh..” she hiccuped, “i was dancing with manz and fifi and i wanted you to join in. but i couldn’t find you so i thought you’d be outside…”
megan sighed and cupped dani’s face.
“dani you’re drunk, do you know how dangerous that was?” she began to stroke dani’s cheek with her thumb, “somebody could’ve seen you, somebody could’ve hurt you, something!”
daniela frowned.
“oye, tia no estoy borracho, estiende bien (hey dude im not drunk i’ll be fine).” she shoved megan softly, “i can hold my own, you know.”
megan grabbed her wrist and looked at her intently.
“just,” her eyes softened, “don’t do that again, please?”
daniela nodded, before gagging shortly after, a wave of panic settling in her eyes.
“dani?” megan whispered, “you okay?”
“mierda (shit,)” daniela grunted out, “creo que voy a vomitar (i think im gonna throw up).”
and throw up she did, running behind a dumpster nearby and vomiting all 6 and a half drinks she consumed that night. megan stumbled back and almost tripped on her own feet, before running over to daniela to try and soothe her.
“okay.. uh..” megan grimaced, rubbing daniela’s back and moving her hair away from her face. “im gonna go back inside and get you a bottle of water, stay put, okay?”
daniela gave her a thumbs up before megan ran out of the alley to go back in the club.
“oh fuck..” daniela groaned before dry heaving once more, “jesus christ.”
she stood up from behind the dumpster and sat down on the ground away from it. she took a minute to catch her breath before her phone started vibrating in her pocket.
daniela scoffed at jonah’s texts and powered off her phone.
“what a fucking idiot…”
megan’s heavy footsteps took daniela out of her thoughts, the sight of megan damn near sprinting towards her almost made dani lose her shit. megan squatted down next to her and handed her an open water bottle.
“here,” she said softly, “drink up okay? i wanna make sure you’re at least a little hydrated.”
daniela chugged the water down in ten seconds flat and leaned her head back against the brick wall behind her. still attached to catch her breath.
“thank you,” she cleared her throat, “i don’t know what i’d do without you.” daniela then turned her gaze to megan, who was now sitting down next to her. she moved a strand of hair out of megan’s face while megan’s eyes followed daniela’s every move.
“no need to thank me,” megan murmured, “it’ll never be a bother to care for you.”
daniela hummed.
“do you know how badly i wanna kiss you right now?”
megan gulped, audibly.
“what the- dani.” she yelped, her cheeks turning bright red as she moved closer to daniela. “you have jonah and… i don’t wanna ruin that for you, you know? i just wanna see you happy and i really don’t wanna mess that up.”
daniela sighed and grabbed a hold of megan’s wrist.
“shut up, mei.” she whispered, “solo te quiero tú ahora mismo.”
megan’s heart started racing, her and daniela were hidden, it was late at night, and there was no way anybody was gonna find them in this alleyway. maybe..?
“but what about jonah?” she questioned, “i thought you.. fuck i don’t know.”
“me importa un carajo el,” daniela spoke harshly, “ya veré que hago.”
megan started shaking once more, then daniela cupped her cheek with her hand, stabilizing her.
“kiss me, please.”
megan nodded.
“okay.”
megan scooted closer to daniela, grabbing her chin with two fingers and tilting her head. she leaned in and finally captured daniela in a soft kiss, reveling in the taste of her strawberry lip gloss. she held daniela by her waist and rubbed it up and down. daniela hummed before pulling away.
“you’re a really good kisser,” she chuckled.
“uh huh-“ megan eventually got cut off from daniela pulling her back in. the kiss being even more intense this time around, sticking her hand up megan’s shirt and nearly sticking her tongue down her throat. after a good few minutes daniela barely pulled away to catch her breath once more. their foreheads touched while they both breathed heavily. daniela leaned back and looked at megan, her pupils more dilated than ever.
“llévame a mi casa (take me home),” she rasped, “por favor (please).”
baby
i think i should know you
you’re over there looking so cute
and i really wanna know your name dude
beautiful.
a/n (again): i just wanna let yall know that they went home and went to SLEEP they were knocked OUT they did NOT have sex with each other please do NOT jump me
taglist: @insanewastelandtale , @jordnii2x , @meiyokstarr , @m00nlightbaeeeeee , @zzskullzz , @meganlvr , @bandaidss320 , @ghstpupp , @santasno1elf , @meichae , @wenclair4evaaa , @lecialeaked , @kaidowashere (14/50)
all i can think abt is skiendiel honestly…
001 — 𝓕everish 𝓗eat
ᵖᵘᵖᵖʸ 𝓜egan 𝓢kiendiel • 𝓕em r!
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The world was a hazy, feverish blur, and you were the center of its burning, uncomfortable universe. Every muscle ached, your skin was flushed and clammy, and a dull throb pulsed behind your eyes. You were tucked into bed, surrounded by a fortress of pillows, trying to will your temperature down when Megan appeared in the doorway.
Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, and she was wringing her hands in the hem of her oversized t-shirt. She looked like a kicked puppy, all wide, pleading eyes and restless energy.
"Mommy,” she whispered, her voice already carrying that needy, whiny tone that you knew so well. "Please."
You cracked one eye open. "Megan, baby, I’m sick. I feel like I’m dying.”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry," she rushed out, scurrying to the edge of the bed and dropping to her knees. She rested her chin on the mattress, looking up at you with pure desperation. "But I need you so bad. It hurts, mommy. I feel so empty."
You could already see the prominent bulge straining against the soft fabric of her shorts. She wasn't lying; her body was demanding relief, and her puppy brain had fixated on the only cure it wanted.
"No, Megan. Absolutely not.” you said, your voice firm but weak. "I have a one-hundred-and-two-degree fever. I can’t.”
"Please, please, please" she begged, her voice cracking. She crawled closer, nuzzling her face against your thigh. "I’ll be so good. I’ll be gentle, I swear. I just… I need to feel you. Just for a little while. Ill make you feel good, mommy, l promise."
Her begging was relentless. A stream of "please" and "I need you” and “I’ll be your good girl" that chipped away at your fever-addled resolve. She looked so pathetic, so genuinely desperate, that a twisted sense of pity and affection bloomed in your chest.
You were too tired to fight her, and a small, selfish part of you was curious. “Fine.” you sighed, the word barely audible. "But if you make me feel worse, this is over. Got it?”
Her face lit up with such pure, unadulterated joy it was almost comical. "Thank you, mommy! Thank you!" She scrambled onto the bed practically tearing her clothes off in her haste. She settled between your legs, her movements clumsy with need.
Her cock was already rock-hard and leaking, the tip flushed a dark, needy pink. She was always meticulous about her hygiene, and you could see the evidence of it now—she was clean, smooth, and already slick with pre-cum. She lined herself up, her hand shaking slightly as she notched the head at your entrance.
Without waiting for another word, she pushed in, a ragged moan tearing from her throat as your heat enveloped her. Her hips immediately snapped forward, setting a punishing, frantic pace. Her thrusts were fast and sloppy, driven by pure instinct and desperation. The slick glide of her was almost frictionless, her dick sliding in and out of you with wet, hurried sounds that filled the quiet room. But the fever had turned every nerve ending in your body into a live wire. Each hard, quick thrust sent a jolt of sharp, overwhelming sensitivity through you. It was too much.
"Megan, stop,” you gasped, your hand flying to her hip to still her. "Slow down. Puppy, you have to slow down.”
She froze immediately, her eyes wide with panic. "What? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
"No, but you're going to,” you said, your voice strained. "I’m a hundred times more sensitive right now. You can't fuck me like a jackrabbit. If you can't behave, we stop right now." Tears welled in her eyes, and she looked utterly devastated. "I'm sorry, mommy. I’m so sorry. I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good."
You softened your expression, cupping her cheek. "I know you will, baby. Just… slow. Deep and slow. Can you do that for me?"
She nodded vigorously, her bottom lip trembling. She leaned down and pressed a soft, apologetic kiss to your lips before pulling back slightly. With a shaky breath, she began to move again.
The change was immediate. Her frantic energy melted away, replaced by a careful, controlled roll of her hips. She pulled out almost completely before pushing back in, a single, deep, deliberate thrust that stole the air from your lungs. The slow drag of her cock against your sensitive walls was intoxicating. It was still intense, but not it was a deep, simmering pleasure instead of a sharp shock.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered, burying her face in the crook of your neck. “Mommy… you feel so much hotter. You’re burning up.”
Her words were muffled against your skin, her breath hot and damp. She was addicted. You could feel it in the way her body trembled against yours, in the reverent way she moved. This was a new kind of high for her—your feverish heat, your heightened sensitivity. It was a drug, and she was completely hooked.
She wanted to be a soft little dom puppy, to take care of you while taking her pleasure, but she was terrified of overstepping. Her arms wrapped around you, holding you like a vice. Her grip was tight, almost desperate, as if she was afraid you’d vanish if she let go. It was a silent plea: please don’t take this away from me.
“You feel so good,” she slurred against your neck, her voice thick with emotion and lust. “So, so good, mommy. I love you.”
She continued her slow, deep thrusts, each one a worshipful act. She was lost in the feeling, lost in you, and for the first time all day, the burning fever didn’t feel quite bad.
The fever haze thickened, blurring the edges of the room into a soft, indistinct glow. All that was real was the weight of Megan on top of you, the slow, deep rhythm of her hips, and the intoxicating, searing heat where your bodies joined. Each deliberate thrust was a sense of pleasure that washed over you, making your toes curl and your breath hitch.
She was being so good, so careful. Her movements were a stark contrast to the frantic desperation from moments ago. Now, every roll of her hips was measured, every push deep and intentional. She was savoring it, savoring you.
“Mommy,” she breathed, her voice a reverent whisper against your sweat-damp skin. “You’re so hot. So tight. It’s so much better..”
Her admission sent a fresh jolt of arousal through you. The idea that your sickness, your fever, was heightening her pleasure was intoxicating. She wasn’t just fucking you, she was worshiping this altered state of your body.
She shifted her weight, propping herself up on one elbow to look down at you. Her eyes were dark, blown wide with a mix of love, lust, and something that looked suspiciously like addiction. Her hair was stuck to her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed. She was the picture of a desperate, devoted puppy.
“Can I… can I go a little deeper?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Please, mommy? I just want to feel all of you.”
You nodded, unable to form words, and she let out a shaky sigh of relief. She adjusted her angle, and the next thrust was impossibly deeper, the head of her cock pressing against a spot inside you that made you see stars. A loud, broken moan escaped your lips.
“Yeah? Right there?” she asked, a hint of her old confidence returning. She did it again, grinding into you, and your back arched off the bed. “You like that, mommy? You like when I fill you up?”
Her praise was a balm to your feverish soul. “Ngh.. yes, puppy.. right there. Don’t stop.”
“Never,” she promised, her voice thick with emotion. She began a steady, deep grinding motion, keeping that perfect pressure against your most sensitive spot. Her free hand came up to cup your breast, her thumb brushing over your hardened nipple. The touch was electric, another spark on the already burning fire of your sensitivity.
“Look at you,” she murmured, her gaze soft and possessive. “So beautiful. All flushed and sweaty for me. My mommy…”
Her words were your undoing. The combination of her deep, steady rhythm, the targeted pressure, and her loving, filthy praise sent you tumbling over the edge. Your orgasm crushed through you with the force of a tidal wave, your body clamping down around her as you cried out her name.
“oh baby! fuckngh..yes..”
Your release was all it took to push her over. With a loud, guttural moan, she buried herself as deep as she could go, her whole body tensing as she spilled into you. You could feel the hot, thick pulses of her cum as she filled you, her hips jerking with the force of her orgasm.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was your combined, ragged breathing. She collapsed on top of you, her full weight a comforting, heavy blanket. She didn’t pull out, instead choosing to stay nestled inside you, her softening cock still twitching with the aftershocks.
Her arms tightened around you, holding you in that desperate vice-like grip. She buried her face in your neck, and you could feel the dampness of her tears against your skin.
“Shh, it’s okay baby. I’ve got you,” you soothed, your hand stroking her sweat-sticked back.
“I love you,” she whimpered, her voice muffled and think with unshed tears. “I love you so much, mommy. I’m sorry you’re sick.”
“It’s okay, puppy. You made me feel better,” you whispered, and it wasn’t entirely a lie. The bone-deep ache was still there, but it was overshadowed by a pleasant, sated languor.
She finally lifted her head, her eyes red-rimmed but shining with adoration. She leaned in and kissed you, a soft, slow, and deeply loving kiss that tasted of salt and shared breath.
“Can I stay?” she asked, her voice small. “Just like this for a little while?”
“Of course, baby..” you murmured, pulling her closer. “Stay as long as you want.”
She sighed contentedly, nuzzling back into your neck. Her body was still humming with the lingering pressure, and she was already addicted to the memory of your feverish heat. She knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her bones, that she would be begging for this again the very next time you get sick.
You lay tangled together in the sticky, humid heat under the blankets, the aftermath of your orgasms leaving you both boneless and quiet. Megan was a heavy, comforting weight on top of you, her face still buried in the crook of your neck, her softening cock still nestled inside you. The fever still raged, but now it was coupled with a deep, sated exhaustion that felt almost pleasant.
You carded your fingers through her damp hair, scratching lightly at her scalp. “You were so good for me, puppy..” you murmured, your voice husky. “Such a good girl for mommy. You listened perfectly.”
Megan let out a soft hum against your skin, a sound of pure contentment. She wiggled closer, trying to eliminate any last inch of space between your bodies, her arms still wrapped around you in that possessive, desperate hold. She nuzzled her nose into the hollow of your throat, inhaling deeply as if trying to breathe in your scent, your heat, your very essence.
“I love being your good girl,” she whispered, her voice muffled by your skin.
“You are,” you praised, your hand continuing it’s soothing path through her hair. “You took care of me so well. Made mommy feel so good, even when she’s sick.”
That’s when you felt it. A subtle twitch deep inside you. Her cock, which had been soft and pliant, gave a little throb of interest. You paused your stroking, a small smile playing on your lips.
“Megan?” you asked softly.
“Hmm?” she hummed, still nuzzling into you, her lips pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to your feverish skin.
Another twitch. this one more pronounced. You could feel her slowly, steadily hardening again, the slick length of her thickening as it filled you once more. She seemed to realize it at the same time you did, her body stilling for a moment before she let out a soft, breathy whine.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, her hips giving an involuntary little grind. “I can’t… mommy, you feel so good. And you’re saying such nice things.”
You chuckled weakly, the sound turning into a soft groan as she hardened completely, once again stretching you full. “Is my praise going straight to your dick, baby?”
“Yes,” she admitted shamelessly, her voice thick with renewed need. She lifted her head, her eyes glassy and dark again. She looked down at you, her gaze hungry. “You’re so hot, mommy. Your whole body is burning up. And you smell so good. And you’re being so sweet to me.” She punctuated her words with another slow, deep roll of her hips, drawing a choked gasp from you. “I can’t help it.”
She was like a cat that had found a patch of sunlight, unable to stay away. She lowered her head again, but this time her mouth found your breast. She latched onto your nipple, her tongue swirling around the peaked bud before she began to suckle gently. The sensation was overwhelming. The heat of her mouth combined with the feverish heat of your skin was almost too much, a sharp, exquisite pleasure-pain that made your head spin. Her hips began to move again, finding that same slow, deep rhythm from before. Each thrust was deliberate, a slow drag in and out that allowed her to feel every inch of your hot, sensitive walls. She was addicted, completely and utterly hooked on the feeling of you like this.
“Mommy,” she whined around your nipple, her voice vibrating through your chest. “Can I… can I stay like this for a while? Please? Just slow. I just wanna feel you more.”
“Yeah, baby..” you breathed, your hands tangling in her hair, holding her close to you. “Stay. Just like that.”
She let out a happy, relieved sigh and settled into a lazy, sensual rhythm. There was no urgency this time, no frantic need for release. This was about pure sensation, about worship. She was addicted to your fever, to your praise, to the way your body responded to her. And as she moved inside you, you knew you wouldn’t have it any other way.
i need her so bad i'm going feral
oh no i hope someone doesnt draw meizini kissing from far away omg nooooo no i hope that doesnt happen omg nooooooooo
hmm close enough
UGHHH SHE'S SO FUCKING FINE LIKE OH MY GOD. ALL TEN FINGERS. TILL THE NEIGHBORS KNOW OUR NAMES. ALL NIGHT. EVERYSINGLE POSITION YOU NAME IT I WANNA STRADDLE HER AND MAKEOUT UNTIL I RUN OUT OF AIR, i wanna ride her abs until my puh is pulsating her name in morse code, LIKE UGHHHHHHHHH-
😩😩😩
i need her so bad i'm going feral
I can see now why Daniela wanted to watch the mia outros with Megan in them
That almost kiss in TBS did wonders for us and explains every meizini interaction we've had since then😭
#whoremembers
Them stargazing means everything
༝༚༝༚. mmm... yeah, i could probably turn this into a whole story. i'll think about it. honestly, i have way too many drafts i never posted where lara is the one who messes everything up, so i figured my girl deserved a break for once ✊️ hi, megan 🥰🥰 i'll clean all of this up tomorrow. the time on the screenshots is the actual time, and i'm literally falling asleep 😭
Guys I'm going feral
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couldn’t help it — m.s
𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘨!𝘱!𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘺𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤!𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥.
im a greedy ass bitch no cuz WHERE ARE THE SPIDERMEGAN FICSSS
im a greedy ass bitch no cuz WHERE ARE THE SPIDERMEGAN FICSSS
